#interl0per

She saw it as part of her job, working for HR after all, to meet everyone working for UNIT. At least everyone working at HQ. Meeting EVERYONE might be a little too ambitious, even for her. But she could at least make an effort. – And so the heels of her bright red boots were echoing through the hallways as she made her way to medbay. A way she would have found in her sleep, since she had made a habit out of sneaking in to meet Gordy on her lunch break. Today she wasn’t here to talk to her friend, and it was still some time until one would actually consider having lunch. Just about 10 am as she pushed open the door to the small office and showed Belinda Chandra her brightest, most charming smile to leave a good impression.

 ❝ I'm afraid I can't do that Dr Jensen, ❞ She gestured to the spare seat in front of her desk as she settled into the one behind it. 

“I’m sure Ms Stewart has explained what UNIT does and what you will be doing, working for us, but do you have any more questions, Miss Chandra? – No matter whether it’s about your position here or about UNIT’s work in general.” If it had been him in her shoes, he would have had another million questions and in the end even those wouldn’t have been enough. But perhaps travelling with the Doctor – and everything else Belinda Chandra had been through – changed your view on these things, and suddenly an organisation such as UNIT was self-explanatory?

❝ Benny! Benny can you hear me?! ❞ A piece of cake, she'd called it. In and out within an hour. The tomb of Marpesa had stood for three centuries without incident. A testament to the Promethean ingenuity of ancient architects who had forgone all the modern technologies their planet had to offer. Now, it lay sealed behind a rockslide and no sight of Professor Summerfield.

 ❝ No. Carry on, don't let me stop you. No X marks the spot in the archaeological record, isn't that what you said? ❞ That trademark smile exuded smugness, from the curve of her lips to the sparkle in her eyes. She eased herself down to sit at the edge of the well-dug trench, legs dangling off the depths.

rewritten || @interl0per 's belinda chandra & the doctor